Seanachai

Good grief - whatever happened to SOD OFF?? I tell ya' the place is full of dorks now.....even the old smelly ones are hugging trees and (ugh) being nice.....shiver....</font>

Jesus God, be quiet you lot of poncing idjits! Panzer Leader, refrain from having hissy fits with Mike as though you were a Presbyterian Elder being confronted with pre-marital sex. Gaylord, you are clearly drunk as, well, 'a lord'. Edit your bloody sig line: it's 'their', not 'thier'. Although I did like the 'chained to the boars' line, which proves that you must be stinking drunk, because I've found most of your posts tedious. Perhaps, like a skin lesion, you'll grow on us. Mike is perfectly welcome to come in here and hate us. This is, after all, the place for it. Please note that although he's usually not very interesting, he isn't excessively abusive or vulgar, does not attempt to disrupt the Thread of threads, other than throwing pop bottles from the stands, and hasn't indulged in any sort of disgusting or vile behaviour, other than disliking us, and who could blame him.

Sunshine, lollipops and rainbows, Everything that's wonderful is what I feel when we're together, Brighter than a lucky penny, When you're near the rain cloud disappears, dear, And I feel so fine just to know that you are mine. My life is sunshine, lollipops and rainbows, That's how this refrain goes, so come on, join in everybody! Sunshine, lollipops and rainbows, Everything that's wonderful is sure to come your way When you're in love to stay. Sunshine, lollipops and rainbows, Everything that's wonderful is what I feel when we're together, Brighter than a lucky penny, When you're near the rain cloud disappears, dear, And I feel so fine just to know that you are mine. My life is sunshine, lollipops and rainbows, That's how this refrain goes, so come on, join in everybody! Sunshine, lollipops and rainbows, Everything that's wonderful is sure to come your way 'Cause you're in love, you're in love, And love is here to stay! Sometimes the most exquisite form of cruelty is excessive kindness...

Deepest apologies. Was held incommunicado for several days by agents of our government who had deep and serious questions about the political reliability and patriotism of quite a number of our members here on the Peng Challenge Thread. Attempts to explain to Tom Ridge that many of the people he was most concerned about were, in fact, foreigners and so couldn't really be expected to be either reliable, nor particularly dedicated in a rah-rah! sort of way to anything that George W. might come up with in the way of domestic policy. Ridge was very nice about things after I explained to him that Peng himself dwells in Pennsylvania, but told me that, regardless of being from the 'Alabama of the North', Mr. Ashcroft currently had US Marshalls out seeking for Peng. Mr. Ashcroft believes that 'Freedom of Speech' does not extend to strange men named Peng, which, he said, sounded altogether too like a foreign name to him. This evening, when I return to my own apartment, and sit once again before my computer, processing turns, sipping beer, and rubbing the handcuff bruises on my wrists and ankles, I will read and reply to all emails, but most especially our Justicar. God knows I don't want a new set of boot marks on the ribs.

That Aussie, John Howard, would probably try a gamey flag rush, as well as only purchasing uberTanks...

Good Christ, that's Speedy?! I've had pets that looked smarter than that. Please confirm photo as: Speedy/Peng Challenge Thread.

The Bren carrier was shocked and incapable of firing ever since the ill-advised attempt to duel it out with your HMG/mortar position on your far right flank. It's subsequent travels were simply to spot, and, hopefully, concern your SP Gun. Apparently it worked. Nothing more pleasant than a crisp, smooth decider on a cool fall day! And Boo wouldn't know. They drink utter swill in Ohio. It is not a land for connoisseurs of any stripe outside of stock car racing and 'drive-thru' liquor stores (there's probably a serious connection here). Oh, and the 'toy poodle death pit matches' held outside Akron. All the blood, horror, and anguish of pit-bull fighting with the distinct impression that you've wandered into a Disney flick on PCP.* As it's high summer here and stinking hot, I'll go for a tie-breaking chance to crush an Australian. Send a setup, Aussie fella. *No actual toy poodles were harmed in the making of this insult to Ohions (most of whom can't correctly pronounce enough vowels and consonants strung together to convince you that they aren't Southerners attempting to pass themselves off as being on the winning side of the American Civil War. [ July 27, 2002, 12:30 AM: Message edited by: Seanachai ]

Elvis, I've wondered for a while now whether your post comes when you get a chance to wander in, or do you actually keep abreast of the Thread and wait for an appropriate psychologicial moment to post?

Stop showing me your teeth, Aussie fella.

S'alright, the artistry of the Old Firm would be wasted in Australia, a land where the natives drive souped up cars with homemade armour across a barren landscape while they attempt to rend each other with knives, Webleys, and sawed-off shotguns. Oh, and on that note, please take note, but especially you Australians, who must know that your days are numbered, that I administered pretty much a 'crushing' to Noba! Yes, indeed , an Allied (Brits) Tactical Victory over the forces of an Australian! Noba and I are now 1/1. Despite the brutality of his Sturmtruppen Squads, which drove my Brit infantry off the VLs that we'd reached first in the ME, I prevailed. My first defense of the VLs had to give way to the charge of his heavy squads, but I left one platoon to play the Thin Red Line while their fellows retired in as good order as they could onto the reserves of a platoon and Crommie VII. After slaughtering the defenders, Noba allowed his bloodlust to overcome his discretion, and pushed his massed Sturmtruppen forward to mop up the rest of my force. Alas, alas Noba. My men, who'd retired in relatively good order despite his 81mm FO salute, put themselves into defensive order, and, stiffened and aided by the reserves, stopped their advance cold. The Crommie dealt out some heavy AFV justice on the advance, and other squads were decimated and broken by the wall of prepared infantry he ran into. Meanwhile, the fight for the large hill overlooking the wooded VL location turned into a black hole for Noba's Rifle squads, who swarmed the hill the first time with a platoon and were cut down to a man. His second, sneak attack with forces kept in reserve looked to fare better, but a quick reversal of the defending troops that I'd been about to throw into the battle for the VLs brought these new invaders to a halt, and proceeded to maul them horribly. Noba also proved unlucky in the AFV game, as his two Pzkw IVs had clearly never been given instruction in how to use their superiour German optics. A Crommie VII knocked out one that fired repeatedly at it for 6 shots, missing with all six shots by a significant margin. His final AFV (other than a cowardly Wespe that barely saw action) also missed any number of shots before it and the Crommie managed a simultaneous KO. Meanwhile, Noba's 'infantry pursuit turned into retribution' streamed back toward the VLs only to come under devastating, held in reserve 4.2" and 3" mortar fire from my FOs, shattering any hope of rallying and holding the VLs. We moved forward to lash and flail the survivors, who, by this time, although devastated, were also pissed, and showed us their teeth. The last of them were sent running except for a couple of platoon HQs that, outside all logic or fairness, the AI deemed sufficient to put control of one of the two VLs into question, clearly a decision of the judges that involved vote trading and blatant partisanship. The final score reveals how much this hurt me, as it was 57-30. Without the disdain of the Australian favouring AI judges, my victory would have undoubtedly been higher. Say this of the Australians: No matter how much you hate them, loathe them, disdain them, they remain damned hard to crush. [ July 26, 2002, 11:24 PM: Message edited by: Seanachai ]

Okay, that was actually kind of funny, but I still think you should correct the spelling of Caesar... [ July 26, 2002, 01:01 AM: Message edited by: Seanachai ]

Yes, but you get yours from Doug Beman, because I don't think you're actually depressed enough to require a hug from the ÜberGnome. Besides, I think Doug is actually starting to find a sense of purpose in the 'hugging' thing.

GODDAMNIT, THAT'S ENOUGH! ENOUGH, DO YOU HEAR ME? AUSSIEJEFF, YOU BLOODY LACKWIT, STOP USING THAT BIZARRE 'DESERT' MOD FOR BATTLES IN FRANCE '44-45, OR I'LL BY ALL THE GODS COME TO AUSTRALIA AND KILL YOU WITH MY BARE HANDS! There's only so much a reasonable man can take, and if I see one more screenshot of this Aussie cretin apparently romping through a landscape drawn from northern Libya with all the town names in Walloon, I will go spare! NO MORE 'OOH, LOOK AT ME, I'M AN AUSSIE FIGHTING IN NORTH AFRICA', AUSSIEJEFF, OR I WILL PAY TO HAVE YOU KILLED. I MEAN, A COUPLE OF HUNDRED U.S. DOLLARS IS A FORTUNE IN A LAND WITH A CURRENCY AS STABLE AND WELL REGARDED AS THE ITALIAN PARLIAMENT! HELL, I COULD PROBABLY GET STUKA TO KILL YOU FOR A CASE OF BEER AND THE PHONE NUMBERS OF SOME AMERICAN NURSES DOING INTERNSHIPS IN OZZYLAND. So delete that nightmare of sand and palms until we actually go to the Desert War, you annoying pillock.

Make your 'sister' start another thread apologizing for what your brother did. Oh, go on, you know you want to.

Sorry, having trouble making out your point through your regrettable speech impediment. You know, you don't have to actually type out your handicap... But God bless you for hanging in there, and attempting to communicate regardless. Seriously, how 'bout a hug? Everyone's getting one these days.

It's like a very minor car accident between two hyundais moving slowly and without any serious injuries. You just can't be bothered to look.

Those poor damn wolves. My understanding is that pretty much every one of them that he's gotten near has had to be put to sleep by the Swedish Wildlife service. Invariably they'd gone insane and would psychotically attack anyone who tried to get near them. Some, when shown a rubber glove, swallowed their own tongues in their fear crazed horror...

I will never feel clean again after reading this thread... I wonder if that should bother me? Oh, well, Ta! I'm off to the Peng Challenge Thread.

And so? Let him sue me. You're still dorks.</font>

I didn't say he was like the Microsoft Legal Department, I said talking to him was like talking to them. In other words: neither listens to what you have to say, dismisses what they didn't listen to with foolish arrogance, counters what you said with abuse and threats based on what they thought you might have said, since they didn't actually listen to you, and finally tells you that you simply don't have enough real power to ever make them pay any attention to you. Except that Panzer Leader is still accessible and subject to the will of his betters. Get the Brick...

Sigh. It's like talking to Microsoft's Legal Department, isn't it? Simply posting Peng's seminal work after a brief and abbreviated posting of the rules would have been a better approach, don't you think? Also, since Peng did not choose to post it in the Peng Challenge Thread (quite rightly, in fact), I think a simple 'link' to the text, with a little text from you about 'go here for a look at the finest traditions' sort of thing, would have been better all round. You might want to consider doing this, as the placement most certainly looks like we wish to conduct a vilification of SFC. I do, personally, but I'll do it on the General Forum, where he spends most of his time being annoying and daft. In general, his posts on the Combat Mission Forum are on topic, and shorn of at least some of the gibberish he indulges in elsewhere. I feel the need to address this rather lard-headed calumny. America's Librarians have been amongst the foremost, most active, and diligent defenders of Freedom of Speech, and have steadfastly resisted attempts to ban books, restrict access to information, and compile 'lists' for Government and Law Enforcement officials of what patrons are reading. To state otherwise labels you as a cloth-headed git. To state that they should behave otherwise, of course, labels you as SFC. [ July 25, 2002, 10:41 AM: Message edited by: Seanachai ]

Do you need a hug? I bet you do, and you're too shy to say. Beman, Emrys, Dorosh! C'mon, lads, help me give Mike a hug!

It was lovely, too. Less than 30 seconds into turn one and a Wespe is converted into a scenic monument, replete with plaque, on top of a hill. Some 800+ meters, and the Wespe even got off the first shot. Pigeons were already settling on it as the turn ended, and I could clearly hear the curses of the surviving crew as they dodged away from the vehicle, zig-zagging between workmen moving in to erect park benches nearby. It's anticipated that the scenic overlook will eventually be named 'Seanachai's Victory'.

No, Shakespeare doesn't enter into it with any of your posts so far, and your film viewing habits aren't really interesting, either. Note To All: Please ignore this poster until he decides to tidy up his act a bit.

Because you send them to me. I thought you were doing it on purpose. ? I'll probably be out of town for a few days, btw. Your e-mails will be forwarded, but I won't get a chance to read them, most likely. I have your cat.</font>